This is for my friends who keep the 'hurting' at bay... J
HurtingLooking down towards tomorrow,
A song, a phase of memories and sorrow,
His tears trailed beside the flailing sunset.
T-shirt stained with dreams tonight,
His breath finds no place to falter,
Dying again upon this frosty earth.
'Hurting' is a place where dreams live;
No time nor need to hear the sermons
That race from someone else's life.
The hurt is free to tear me apart,
But you can't cut the memory
That rips at my body tonight.
Let me rest upon your chest,
Forgive my indiscretions'
While you set my soul free.
Poetry by Morpheus
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Written on 2012-01-15 at 08:18
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